House On A Cliff

Louis MacNeice

Indoors the tang of a tiny oil lamp. Outdoors
The winking signal on the waste of sea.
Indoors the sound of the wind. Outdoors the wind.
Indoors the locked heart and the lost key.

Outdoors the chill, the void, the siren. Indoors
The strong man pained to find his red blood cools,
While the blind clock grows louder, faster. Outdoors
The silent moon, the garrulous tides she rules.

Indoors ancestral curse-cum-blessing. Outdoors
The empty bowl of heaven, the empty deep.
Indoors a purposeful man who talks at cross
Purposes, to himself, in a broken sleep.

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2 comments on “House On A Cliff

  1. Yay!!1! Welcome to our world!

  2. Alex says:

    Yippee Ay Oh Kay AYE! Git along little doggie! Welcome! 🙂 So happy that you are here. I think that should go without saying, though.

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